sultry warm spring night
chianti on the back porch
cool jazz in the air
bitter poison slipping down my throat
envious images ricocheting my mind
mirror comparisons, reflecting the obvious
inferior to the core
green is the color of my heart
jealousy within bouts of gloom
she is lithe and dreamy
scholarly and sophisticated
profound sentiments streaming from her gorgeous lips
class and mystery are her cornerstones
boundless beauty another of her many charms
how could I place blame
Two poems today…my poem is first and actually happened to me this morning. The second is by my husband… because he likes to write poetry sometimes too!
I was offered a random hug today
from a random stranger
she looked at me with warmest eyes
and sweetly smiled while she chimed
you my dear, look like a girl in need of a hug
she approached without hesitation
arms open ever so wide
of course I could not deny
I did indeed, need a hug this day!
I can live within your shadow.
I can hide behind a smile.
I can make you feel so mighty.
Trust in me is pure regret.
…HOW can you not just see me?
…HOW can you sink so deeply?
I laugh while you spiral downward.
I can twist all white to black
I can shine of bleak deception.
Mistaking hope for true dependence.
…WHY can’t you just deny me?
…WHY can’t you rise above me?
You can change your circumstances,
You can make it turn out right,
Shift you’re your heart from gray to yellow,
Step from darkness into light
insult and injury
sifting through the blatant
shards of glass
cutting it- all away
releasing of what has been
bowing before what’s to come
lock it away- bury it deep- heave it to the black ocean
finally released-free of that heavy love
why do you give your precious love so freely
why do you addictively seek out praise and admiration
your ego is astronomically huge- fat with pride
always looking for something new
something exciting-something illicit
who could ever fill you insatiable hunger
who could ever live up to your insane dream
always becoming weary and woeful the moment it grows old
when true self is unveiled- feelings- emotions-needs
a woman can only take so much
scorn and rejection
never being enough… never been enough
not even from the first encounter
naivety thought love could conquer all
the glaring reality is
I am always here…by your side…
hollowed and humbled
honoring our commitment…knowing my imperfections
hating all I’ve done to drive you to another
waiting achingly for you to reveal…
I am the only one you love
Day~22 Happy Earth Day
pine scented air
crisp and clean
provocative~ breathtakingly scenic
waterfalls thundering rush
longing to be on the brink
climbing higher-higher still
daring to step on the jagged cliff
exhilarating- thrilling- wide awake
keenly aware of my smallness
in this wide world
tossing a stone from the precipice
watching as it disappears into the crashing cascade
a thousand words burned into my tiny mind
Bitter Sweet Sunday
you flutter in soft and delicate
nudging me gently from my sweet slumber
no worry of time and place
allowing me to flow at a melodious pace
indulging in the day
adorned in favorite pj’s
whipping up my famous apple pancakes
all the family chattering and happy
yoga class- farmers market- strolling the avenue
lunching with my one true love- deeply listening to his words
the tide of the day begins to turn
the wheels of my mind begin to wind
bills to pay- meetings- deadlines- appointments- car wash- oil changes- teacher conferences-grocery shopping-cooking- cleaning-gym
peace begins its slow fade frenzy takes its place
the ritual must be complete
for if not
Monday will end in utter defeat only to spiral out the rest of the week
oh sweet Sunday morning I long for your return
a mere six day till we meet again
for now I say adieu
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